As the sun dips low in the western sky,
A canvas of hues begins to unfurl,
Gentle strokes of amber and crimson lie,
Painting the end of day in a swirl.

Soft whispers of wind carry the night,
As shadows lengthen, embracing the shore,
The horizon blushes with fading light,
A moment of peace, forevermore.

Beneath the glow of the sinking sun,
The world pauses, bathed in golden grace,
Day’s final breath, its journey done,
Leaves behind a tranquil, tender trace.

In this fleeting whisper of time and space,
We find solace in the dusk’s embrace,
As stars awaken, taking their place,
And the sunset bids its gentle grace.